Bone Thugs ft. Poetic Hustla'z-Shotz To The Double Glock "Shotz To Tha...(More)

Bone Thugs ft. Poetic Hustla'z-Shotz To The Double Glock "Shotz To Tha Double Glock" Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2] If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side But when you come just bring your guns witcha If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas Swang them thangs, bang some brains Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same Step and you'll catch some buck shots Murder one on the Clair my glock glock Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now Nigga that I thug wit' kill Pop to tha chest how does it feel And nigga we peel caps Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would Try to get some, redrum, bitch Nigga don't test my hood A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with Them niggas off the 9 9 The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair Mobbin' like them soldiers Watch me fold ya For actin' like somebody never told ya So off we go, to the bloody row Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot Givin' props to the double glock Pump pump when I let my shell down Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash Ya reach for the gauge and mash Yell out 187 and blast Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked You feelin' up right for the bone yard Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop You better be ready for this thug style Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now We straight up the glock glock Well don't get your wig's split now East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside Betta grab your pop, niggas be Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out 187 you're caught in a murder Niggas up to no good Uh oh, fuck no They never could fuck with a thug ho Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4] Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas Rippin bucks up bloody clothes Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down Buckin' them coppas down Round after round after round Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace I guess you got ta suffer Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split They made your body Once you hunt my victims on a mission Flippin' livin' on a darker side Creepin' on your homicide Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by, Boogie Nikke's on a night ride Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe Thuggin down the double glock Tryin' to get my serve on Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on But one to the suckas head and two up in his body Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me We jumpin' up rough from the hood We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll Know we willing and able Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label Murda dem, never come again When the scandalous niggas set up Bloody nigga trues be on my level Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto Nigga don't take the wrong turn or you will enter the hood and were spittin so cover your dome At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam Cleveland Browns Dogg Pound hoes, it's on Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what Don't make me go in my trench Nigga ya got me bent All fucked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those... It's them thugs runnin' amuck, on none but a slug all up in the territory Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck So where you at where you at I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back puttin em Koolaid hats In ta the graveyard Pumped up betta get down Thugs'll be glad ta tear around Foe sombody gets fucked Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna Wham ya wit a tec-9 Now bitch press yo luck Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock(Less)